/lit/ - Literature

"When a man's tired of London, he's tired of life."
Aimed, I think, at people who think they know big cities inside and out without actually exploring them fully. Happy fucking birthday Doctor Johnson.

Itt; we post excerpts we are proud of, the shorter the better.

>Old melancholic thoughts were moved to my pallet, and I suckelled on it's sweet nostalgic stem.

Hello /lit/.

I'm going to write about the Esoteric Cycle of Secular society (anything non-catholic) and it's heroic archtype.
I'll be using eastern philosophy to show the way of this worldly behaivor, and I'll counter each point with Catholic philosophy.
This will allow me to use analytical influences and continental thought to both drive my narrative.

I'm looking for any advice and any further recommendations and advice. This will most likely be my life long work. (Or at least my phd or masters thesis).

I don't really care if it's fringe.

I would like to an epic in purple prose, I want it to be purely about the word, and I want it to sound nice. Niche is perfectly OK, as I do seek irony for my work.
I'm looking for critique in use of language, I do not want to obfuscate, the easier the language is to digest the better.
Thank you

Sunny sight art light as ribbon playing through the trees, dancing and frolicking in the soft autumn breeze
There I ponder with an air of frozen whispers, staring at the ailment , a sign of early fulfillment
Winter and her Cold nature has sent her first deathfull kiss
There among the clouds, she told me her first wish

I do sincerely believe a few of the individuals on /lit/ will be some of the best writers of the 21st. No, no I do not say this in jest.
Here me so, oh, so hear me /lit/.
The western canon will be mounted upon the shoulders of us, us anonymous, we will tredge through the slums of bugmen and them, the proprietors of the drained soul will feel the ground give way to the motion of becomming a tidal wave among man and across the vectors that their society protrays.
See /lit/ is a nest, A sacred holy for those with the impeding soul of action, we dwell in the bosom of the internet, where people take to earnest to fulfill their heart.
See, we are about to witness the fruits spring from slumber. The age of promised fulfilment, for you, I and others, shall open upon us.


I sincerely believe, /lit/ is to be a cornerstone of what is to come.

No idea what this is from

Please don't criticize in this thread, share encourage others to show their work, thanks!!!
I make sure my words are never stuttered on.

Never dissembled, never... intolerable.

My words are little soldiers marching on lines of thin paper in a swirly mess of bootleg cursive that was never finished.

They never taught me cursive.
Everyday I wrote a poem called butterfly.

It is a hand written list of haikus

It’s a challenge to see how many I can write a day.

It’s usually not very many.

My record is 5.
But then you came along.
Everyday was the exact same.

I used the exact same pencil, sharpened the exact same way, the exact amount of times.

I wrote the same exact haiku.
My soldiers marched neatly in a line as they always did.

Left. Right. Left. Right.

But as soon as you came along my world was changed.
I wrote 20 haikus about you each day because there were not enough syllables in one to describe you

I could write a million haikus about each tiny thing about you

I could write about you forever

My butterfly has an infinite number patterns on her wings now
My soldiers walked wherever they wanted to

You made me want to write all over the paper

All over the lines

You made me want to write as big or as small as I pleased

You made me realize that the world was not made for order
And that there was no rules when it came for lines on paper
When it came to the number of haikus
When it came to butterfly’s
You made me truly live.
And for that I thank you.

Thank you so much

Even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despair, against our own will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.
~Aeschylus

>>10990166
Where do you go? I'm at Georgia Tech and have fucked up so badly that my friends reported me to the Dean of Students as a suicide risk. I have to meet with him on Friday morning. I haven't left my room for anything but one meal a day in the middle of the night for weeks. I don't know what's going to happen to me.

>be talking to android gf
>make a pun that refrences a specific scene
>she has to crossrefrerence the pun and the refrence to moby dick
>takes 5 minutes for her cpu to find both and connect the dots
>tfw no human gf

This one is a work in progress


Here I dwell in stoic thought, of what is statute in written wrought, from place whence our beauty dawns, in a shadow of never long.
Sprung into view came a Muse, she sang song of time tailored tongue, with her gentle melodic blend.
There I ponder with the museful ways, about why in all of Wonder we always wander to the fateful sea, and go down to into Ocean's deep, with deep sinking glee.
Through the wirl of waters above, dims the day giving brim of might, the shower of heat and light.
Here we sink into the steeps of blues, down past the lifely reefs view, into the new mysterious liue.

My needs unfound, down I spiral now unbound into the darkness of vacancy that chains me to continue the fall into the abyss, the only light I feel in this free fall is the ones that comes from under me moved by my own weight, I surrender to thee.